The red countdown on the phone is jumping like crazy: If you can't find your name in seven days, you will be sacrificed.
Mirrors all over the city reflected themselves on people, and water pipes spit out black water in the middle of the night. I made a statement and followed the strange old man Shen Jian into the underground pipes and escaped into the old mountain.
Something was banging on the wall like crazy outside the observation station, the drinking water smelled inexplicably, and the smell of stew came out of the pickle vat - but the stove was bone-chillingly cold. The people outside asking for help had mucus on their soles that could eat people but not spit out their bones.
We fled into the river valley, only to realize that the entire ground had been drilled through. There is a soft road under your feet, and it feels like walking on the intestines of a living creature.
At the end is a warm town, with bright lights, dogs barking and people laughing, it's so normal that it makes people's scalp numb.
As soon as his companion stepped in, he was dragged away in an instant, leaving only his clothes on the floor. "People" all over the street turned their necks and smiled exactly the same way at us.
Shen Jian's voice was cold: They don't kill people, they only "replace people." I'll peel off your skin and live for you.
He suddenly dug out a black hole from under the rotten leaves. The fishy wind mixed with the sound of squirming mucus blew towards his face, and the compass needle spun wildly.
He stared at me and said word by word:
"Go down."
Below is the monster's lair, and behind you is a ghost town in human skin.
Countdown, only three days left.
To advance is to die.
To withdraw means to be "replaced".
